Benjamin Daniels - Further Confessions of a GP

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Benjamin Daniels is back. He may be older, wiser and more experienced, but his patients are no less outrageous.
Drawing on his time working as a medical student, a locum, and a general practitioner, Dr Daniels would like to introduce you to…
The old age pensioner who can’t keep his hands to himself.
The teenager convinced that he lost his virginity and caught HIV sometime between leaving a bar and waking up in a kebab shop.
A female patient Dr Daniels recognises from his younger, bachelor years.
The woman whose mobile phone turns up in an unexpected place.
A Jack Russell with a bizarre foot fetish.
Crackhead Kenny.
Not to mention the super nurses, anxious parents, hypochondriacs, jumpy medical students and kaleidoscope of care workers that make up Dr Daniels’ daily shift.
Further Confessions of a GP You’ll never feel the same about going to the doctor again…
Further Confessions of a GP
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‘Well that’s nonsense, Dr Daniels – it was nothing to do with the camping. If her mum didn’t let her eat so much junk food she might look a little healthier.’

‘Hold on,’ I interrupted. ‘Can I just ask what symptoms Tilly actually has?’

‘She’s tired all of the time, Doctor, and she just wants to sit on the sofa and drink orange squash.’

Tilly didn’t look like the lively six-year-old child I had once known.

‘Any family history of anything?’ I asked

‘Drinking on his side,’ Tilly’s mum jumped in, pointing an accusatory finger at Tilly’s dad. ‘Practically all of them are pickled by the time they reach 40.’ She started miming a swaying drunk downing a bottle of wine added with her own ‘glug glug’ noises

‘Well at least my family have a bit of fun once in a while. The only thing that runs in your family is misery and bitterness. If you cut your mum open she’d bleed lemon juice she’s so sour—’

‘How about diabetes?’ I interrupted

They both looked at me with concern.

‘Does diabetes run in either of your families?’

For the first time Tilly’s mum and dad actually looked at each other. ‘No,’ they both said shaking their heads in unison.

I’d just tested Tilly’s urine and it was full of glucose.

‘I think Tilly might have diabetes, which is why she’s been feeling so unwell.’

I went through the diagnosis of diabetes with Tilly and her parents. It was scraping the surface really as there was so much new information for them to take in. I couldn’t really begin to tell them everything they needed to know, but perhaps for the first time in a while they were a family again, and Tilly’s mum and dad were able to put their differences aside in their shared love for their daughter.

Danni III

This time Danni had been beaten up. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but today she seemed really shaken up by it.

‘I actually thought he was going to kill me, Dr Daniels. He had his hands around my neck and was throttling me like this.’ She mimed herself being strangled and I could see in her face how terrified she must have been.

‘Did you speak to the police?’

‘Well, I gave a statement, but they didn’t seem that bothered. He wasn’t a regular and I was so off my tits at the time I couldn’t really remember what he looked like to give a decent description.’

‘Why did he attack you?’

‘He paid for one thing and then wanted something extra thrown in for free. Got pissed off when I said no. Thing is, Dr Daniels, it doesn’t really have to be much of an excuse for some of these blokes. I see how they look at me, as if I’m not really human. The things they say can hurt even more than the punches sometimes.’

‘Well, I’ll document the injuries in case it does go to court.’

‘Okay, Doctor, but that’s not actually why I’m here.’

‘Oh?’

‘Well, this last beating really scared me. I genuinely thought that was it. As he was strangling me all I could think about was my kids.’

Danni paused for a bit and then looked me in the eye.

‘That moment was rock bottom for me and when I realised I wasn’t going to die, I thought, right, Danni, you’ve got a second chance here. A real chance to prove everyone wrong and show that you can get your life back on track.’

‘Fantastic, Danni! I’m really pleased you’re making a positive out of this.’

‘That’s where you come in, Doctor. You’ve always been kind to me and I need you to help me get my kids back.’

‘I’m not sure it’s that simple, Danni. It’s not me who makes that sort of decision.’

‘I know it won’t be easy, Doctor. The social workers never listen to me, but they’ll listen to you. If you can tell them that I’m coming off the game and off the smack then we can stop them putting my kids up for adoption.’

I had never met Danni’s children, but I had read her notes. They had been with her for a few years before being taken into care and from what I could gather being taken away from Danni was the best thing that had ever happened to them. They were thriving with a new foster family who were hoping to adopt them. They were settled in a new school and flourishing in an environment of security and stability that Danni could never offer them.

‘To be fair, Danni, how many times have you promised that you’re coming off the drugs before? You can see why the social workers might be dubious.’

‘It’s different this time. I love those kids. They’re mine. They had no right to take them away. Why won’t anyone believe me when I tell them that I love them?’

‘But it’s not enough just to love them, Danni.’

Danni was silent and I regretted my words.

‘So you think I’m a shit mum as well?’

‘It’s not that, I know you love your children, but kids need more than just to be loved. They need to grow up feeling safe and secure. They need routine and adults they can always rely on. I’m not saying that you won’t be able to offer them that one day, but I’m not sure you could right now.’

Danni looked really hurt. Filling up with tears she looked at me with venom.

‘I thought you were different, Dr Daniels, but you’re just like them. Judging me and making decisions about my life you’ve got no right to make.’

With that Danni was gone.

Danni was my patient and my duty of care was with her, but I couldn’t support her trying to take her children back. How I could I write a letter suggesting that they should leave their settled and happy life and be thrown back into the chaos that was Danni’s? Those children had a golden opportunity to break free from the cycle of misery that had engulfed Danni and I couldn’t endanger that. Maybe Danni could break free too. Maybe this time was different and she would turn her life around. Perhaps I’d got things completely wrong and Danni could become a fantastic mother? It was a risk I was going to have to take and although Danni feels let down by me right now, I hope that someday she’ll agree it was the right decision.

Funny X-ray

It was another chaotic morning in A&E and my first patient was being wheeled into the department on a specially reinforced trolley. Like other 999 services, our local paramedics had invested in some reinforced equipment in order to cater for the ever-increasing size and weight of the local population. The woman being wheeled in was huge, and we needed to transfer her from the special strong-and-wide trolley to a strong-and-wide hospital bed.

The paramedics told me that the woman had collapsed at home, and by the exhausted looks on their faces I could imagine it had been quite an effort to get her up off the floor. How they managed it I don’t know, but they certainly deserved the cup of tea that was waiting for them in the staff room. There wasn’t much more the paramedic crew could tell me about their patient, so I tried to ask her a few questions. Unfortunately she was confused and drowsy and only mumbled a few nonsensical remarks, so I soon gave up.

There are numerous reasons why a patient might be admitted confused and if there is no background history to help point us in the right direction, the obvious next step is to examine the patient. Sometimes examination findings alone can give us all the clues we need, but when a patient is as large as the lady in front of me was, most of the clues potentially gained from the physical examination are hidden under layers of fat. I tried to listen to her lungs, but as I endeavoured to find somewhere on her back to lay my stethoscope, I was met with so many rolls of fat that it was tricky to find a flat surface on which to place it. I tried in vain to listen to lung sounds, but the lungs were separated from my stethoscope by so many inches of fatty tissue that the sound couldn’t be transmitted and I heard nothing. Examining the abdomen was no easier. As I pressed my hand on to her tummy, I knew that there was no way that I would be able to glean any useful information about the organs buried deep below. I could just about feel a pulse in her wrist and so I knew she had a heartbeat but unfortunately, again, I couldn’t hear it. The ECG machine, blood pressure monitor and oxygen probe were struggling as much as I was, and after 10 minutes I realised that I was absolutely none the wiser as to why this lady was unwell.

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